29 May 2012
The Desert Mind
It was high time, frankly, to leave the confines of Sprawlstin behind for a few days of the crisp, minimalist West Texas desert. Just beyond Dripping Springs headed west, I can feel the city and its suburbs and strip malls slough off. The lightness of being begins around there. But it's way out in the Chihuahuan Desert, with it's open space, the smell of creosote bush, the marauding storms that echo through the valleys, that I begin to feel most at ease.
When in need, we like to head to the Davis Mountains. It's inspiring. It's calming. It's raw. And it's full of great and subtle beauty.
The mountains and valleys are recovering quite gracefully from last year's fires. Smooth sotol and Spanish dagger hold forth. Cholla cactus blooms.
And the birds are gangbusters. Among some unidentified, we saw:
Brown (Canyon) towhee
Black-crested tufted titmouse
The old fort is worth a visit, especially when coming down from the mountain on the hike over from the state park.